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The busy tourists moving along the roads, and the smell of small ball-shaped rice pancakes. Commonly known as Vitumbua, the smell wanted to break Iyya’s heart, which was already broken.

Iyya remembered the last time she had passed through these streets five years ago. When she was smiling the best smile. She wondered if she would ever get close to that smiley face and free spirit again.

She knew her way through these streets. Whoever was after her would not have it easy finding her. Because Iyya started to know her way along these roads way too early in her life.

She had started to sell rice pancakes Vitumbua to make money at five years old. And with all the life she had lived with her parents, selling Vitumbua made her an expert in all corners of these streets.

That’s why the smell of Vitumbua hit her differently. Because it was one of the few memories of her life attached to her mind.

Iyya sold Vitumbua, the Swahili name for unique ball-shaped rice pancakes, to make money to help he
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